The gray and fawn gray shrike thrush does whistle and sing
His song to listen to such a beautiful thing
On a sunlit blackwood tree by Lake Cartcarrong
His voice from once heard one never again could get wrong
Lake Cartcarrong in Winslow with a charm of it's own
To rod and line and small boat fishers it is widely known
It is said that fish there are in plentiful supply
Even in drought conditions it never goes dry
Where many species of waterbirds in large numbers abound
And waders on the lake shore probe for prey in the soggy ground
Where birdwatchers often visit hoping to photograph a species of waterbird that is rare
That with their birdwatching friendsthey can share
On the wetlands by Lake Cartcarrong ibis in large flocks to be seen
In as beautiful a place as to i have ever been
A place i visit often though not every day
From Winslow earthly utopia cannot be far away.
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